Chained Musicans, Unchained Melodies
Raimundo Sodré of Bahia (below) said "Onde tem miséria, tem música!" (Where there's misery, there's music!* For this Brazil might be called The Musical Country, and Earth The Musical Planet).
*Sodré ought to know. A Bach-inspired Bahian samba-de-roda – which came to him as he was laying in a hammock in the Recôncavo village of Bom Jesus dos Pobres – Good Jesus of the Poor – got him signed to PolyGram Records and became a smash hit in Brazil in 1980. In 1981 he crossed the wrong dictatorship-era politician, had his career crushed, and was threatened with death. He went into exile, only returning to Brazil in the year 2000. Sodré was one of the principal inspirations for Chainlicity.
Raimundo Sodré at home years ago in Bom Jesus dos Pobres, Bahia
The area around Bahia's bay (the aforementioned Recôncavo) is to Brazil what the Mississippi Delta is to the United States: a region of impoverished people whose common cultural genius gave rise to a vastly variegated national music. In the United States it's jazz and blues and all which grew out of these. In Brazil it's samba (and if you think samba is just hot, sweat-flecked babes with mile-a-minute derrieres barely covered by a smattering of brightly colored feathers...well that style of Carnival presention got going in the '60s and is scarcely representative of all the real humanity which has been poured into Brazil's national art form).
The masters of Brazil's primordial samba -- today, right now -- are hidden away in tiny communities, many of which were founded as quilombos, villages of runaway slaves. These people don't appear on radio and television, nor on the shelves of whatever record shops might be left in London, Paris and New York City. Some have been recorded, but how/where is one going to find these recordings if one has little chance of even finding out that these people live and breath and walk the earth (and dance upon it)?
The crux of the problem then, is that if an artist (any artist; maybe even you) is not divulged widely by major media, then the chances of most people in the world (with the exception of those in the same city/town, perhaps) having a chance to hear that artist, approaches zero.
A Solution You Are Welcome to Join
So sitting in my specialty record shop in Brazil (Cana Brava Records, below; the group is Samba de Roda Raízes de Acupe, from one of those fishing villages founded by runaway slaves), I decided to do what I could about this. I set up a site within my salvadorcentral.com site ... a codex, a book of sorts, with pages (you know, webpages?) ... but like a magical book wherein one can choose to what other pages one's own will turn (to be prosaic about it, this really means that you can link to whomsoever you wish, but I prefer a sense of magic, which in another sense really is there).
Now the isolated genius in the middle-of-nowhere can be directly linked-to by the sophisticate in the big city, by the writer, the journalist, the Mongolian shepherd, the astronaut in earth orbit...by you should you care to help divulge them (and if you are a musician, be divulged yourself).
Or maybe rather than a direct link, there are five leaps of musical faith (page to page to page...). Whatever the case, said isolated genius (or fêted talent) can be reached through those in the paragraph above; through the people who link to the above; directly or indirectly through the people to whom the above link; through all the people who link to any of these people; and through any of the people who link to any of those people...
Get it? By this means the isolated genius (and the not-so-isolated genius-enough, and you yourself, gentle reader, wherever you happen to fall within this spectrum) is/are can be in a very real sense plugged into the whole wide world.